I saw a piece of heaven
Seren honestly did not know what to feel. The slight wrinkle between her brows suggested that she did not understand, though she listened quietly and mulled over Maeve's counter argument. The closest analogy she could find in her own limited experience was the act of climbing rocks with the knowledge that it would hurt if she slipped and fell, but even that did not quite seem to compare. Rocks were predictable, but other people? Not so much. They did not remain in place. Rocks stayed where they were unless shifted by wind and water and the movements of the earth, and those forces came with signs. Warnings. Visible cues that suggested where to step and leap and what part to go around. Now, was the flaw here in the unpredictability of human nature, or her own ability to read their signs?
"At the very least, I don't think it is something I should get mixed up in right now," she said slowly, tucking a coil of hair behind her ear. Perhaps it had not been a question, but Seren felt compelled to respond anyway. "I have so many other things to learn about... Love, I suspect, would be quite distracting." At least the kind that Maeve hinted at.
Taking the lead down the trail, the raven-haired girl seemed unphased by being barefoot. She picked the path on a whim, following only the sound of wind over shrub and leaf to where the hum of something else was heard the clearest. She was quiet for a time, thoughts turned inward in search of renewed equilibrium, and when she failed to find it Seren turned her attention back to the companion.
"You really know Mother?" she asked, tentative in case this was something the other woman preferred not to speak of.
"At the very least, I don't think it is something I should get mixed up in right now," she said slowly, tucking a coil of hair behind her ear. Perhaps it had not been a question, but Seren felt compelled to respond anyway. "I have so many other things to learn about... Love, I suspect, would be quite distracting." At least the kind that Maeve hinted at.
Taking the lead down the trail, the raven-haired girl seemed unphased by being barefoot. She picked the path on a whim, following only the sound of wind over shrub and leaf to where the hum of something else was heard the clearest. She was quiet for a time, thoughts turned inward in search of renewed equilibrium, and when she failed to find it Seren turned her attention back to the companion.
"You really know Mother?" she asked, tentative in case this was something the other woman preferred not to speak of.
Waiting, impatient, for me
Seren
